The angel you are.
The obsession you've
Become.
My attempts to quench
This longing-
I've brutally scratched
Myself to bleed.
And every time I do that,
You plant your red flowers
In my wounds.
Desire is a cocoon and
I've happily become
Your prisoner.
Pour the wine of your
Eyes. Trap me in
Incantations of thighs.
Punish me. Make me
Scream your name.
Gag me, choke me-
Beat me up.
Dig into me and soak
Me up in your lust-
Love is overrated anyway.
Haunt me like passion
Project gone wrong.
Put your fingers deep
Into my mind.
Touch my thoughts
Inappropriately.
Infect the dark corners
And hydrate the
Empty ones.
And deep in there,
If you can find a child-
Hug him up and don't
Let him cry.
Pour more whiskey
On him and make him
Talk-
And If it is about love-
If it is still about love!
Slap him hard.
Give him unresolved
Yearning instead.
He doesn't know it
But he needs an
Unattainable wanting.